"Boss, Miss Louis called earlier. She said she knows where Madam is. If you keep ignoring her calls, you'll regret it!" Novia's voice carried urgency as she relayed Elvira's message.
Charles, who had been flipping through a stack of documents, immediately froze. His pen dropped onto the desk with a sharp clink. His eyes, cold and piercing, narrowed into sharp lines.
Elvira?
How would she know where Janet is? Shouldn't Janet be with Peggy right now?
A bad feeling surged through him.
He called Janet—no answer.
His heart sank.
Without another word, Charles grabbed his car keys and stormed into the elevator. As the doors closed, he redialed the number that had persistently blown up his phone all morning—Elvira's.
The moment she picked up, she had just stepped out of the hotel.
